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Scary Girl

To try and sum up my experience playing 'Scary Girl' in a few words would be: confusing, frustrating, and familiar. I have never been great at video games. I am not horrible, but it takes me a lot of practice to get the hang of a game. I tried to play several times during this week, and while the controls were simple enough to follow and were similar to other games I have played before I just couldn't get the hang of this one. I kept dying and while the instructions on which keys I used to move were clear, I couldn't understand the hints that were given to me via picture and cryptic clues. In short, I didn't get very far, not even passed the first level. In relation to the four layers: Gameplay - In relation to gameplay, I found the game simple to follow, it was definitely the right balance between introduction and play. I will say that I personally wished the introduction had more words than just "A strange man in her dreams. Who is he?" and for my ...

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